The Silversky merchant's private office smelled of expensive tea - and anxiety. The latter 'scent' was particularly strong as Elua er Goltbred settled into the chair across from his desk. The emotion had started 'exuding' when she pulled a certain box out of her satchel with a 'sweet' smile that was not at all in her mint eyes.
The heiress carefully placed the Negavigor tools on the desk between them, flipping the latch on it so that the sudden sound would make him flinch.
"I must thank you for your wedding gift. Such a specific choice of tools, out of you. One might wonder what inspired it."
He shifted in his seat and let his hand start to reach for a drink, but left the tea cup clinking against its saucer.
"Young miss, I merely thought that someone with your fame in the area would appreciate it. Though you might focus on sigils now, most of your peers still remember the 'medical fairy'."
